Luyện nghe bài hát Bust 'Em In

Hard to the motherfucking we are.
The federated army of the Pharaoh squad.
Run run, we gonna the head piece up.
Uh huh, you want beef because.

I had enough of them, yo bust em in.
Vinnie I had of them, yo bust em in.
Lost em in.
Bust em in. (3x)

AOTP, fresh and ice links
You won't feel till after the punch like a drink
Sipping Goose my eyes pink, ninety-five live rings
niggas survive things and die kings
I can hear homie sayin' "Yo you owe it to me"
So it's no holds barred the old Hulk Hogan movie
You got a heart homeboy? Then it to me
The majestic, I spit a roll of golden fruities
I'm old school roll a dooby
my hoes is groovy, pay my rent with dough from groupies
A pimp and a killer, in your project
Nine milli really only of my logic
The shotgun just sits in the
for you fuckers to come dip in my shit
Nonsense, the could never stop the thorough
Bitch suspect, I call them boys gossip girls

Hard to the core we are
The federated army of the Pharaoh squad
Run run, we gonna tear the head up
Uh huh, you don't want beef

I had enough of them, yo bust em in.
Vinnie I had of them, yo bust em in.
Lost em in.
bust em in. (3x)

I tools like bitches cause I always got a few biscuits
And bus em in like kids different school districts
Y'all dipshits will get your discs flipped
Rhymes will make the vinyl disc skip, find wrists slit
Nickel-plated nine like diamonds on Slick Rick
I'm wicked as a Wiccan bitch when the candle lit
Want to sample shit? You need to read Sanskrit
And travel to the top of Sinai to transmit
Running the Red Seas like an escaped slave
Then holding up the walls of water with my waves
Like what I was during Public Execution, half-human half-mutant
Ap the seed of
Gats shooting, ricocheting off of my steel body
And quarter length fat goose to conceal shotties
The god walks the surface of the Sun it melt feet
when's the last time you heard Ap rip a Celph beat?

Hard to the motherfucking we are
The federated army of the murderer squad
Run run, we gonna the head piece up
Uh huh, you don't want beef

Vinnie I had enough of them, yo em in
Vinnie I had enough of them, yo em in
bust em in
Bust em in (3x)

I'm a general, the motherfucking main man
Flip a bird, hold a with the same hand
And do a dance when blood splatters and sprays
Cement mix in your IV turn your grey
Nobody ratted at A-O-T-P not with OPP
I'm with OCD, a temperamental mental patient
cyberkenetic onboard computer integration
One of rap's most innovative or flows
In front of buttons
I around, all my choices just blow
So now you know I'm the don of braggadocio
Flamethrower, I'm Cobra Kai and I'm keeping it dojo goers
Come down and sign up, I'm training soldiers to rough and get they punchlines up
Cause you ain't fucking with the gold beard Rubix nowhere
No rap is nowhere near what I wrote here oh yeah